the lost, confused way that Rufus talked that appealed to Betsy.
Boldly
Airi Taira reached out and pressed her small hand against his
"I know how
your bitch and Airi Taira feel," the pretty little girl whispered.
"Sometimes I get all confused about... things like that too." She
hadn't meant to do it, but as
Airi Taira whispered to the big man Betsy's
eyes had dropped from his face, to the fly of his jeans. When she
saw his prick stir and jump under the near white denim, a lovely,
hot tingling sensation flamed back to life between
Airi Taira's slender
"I... wouldn't have hurt you..." Rufus Bailey mumbled. He had
his large head down and Betsy couldn't see his face. But somehow
the little girl knew instinctively that he would have if she'd
fought him. "It's just that you're so... pretty and make me feel...
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